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Best Poems Written by Jane Wainwright

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A Wedding In a Dream World

She never wanted a big wedding
The thought of so many people looking
Made her uncomfortable
She thought if she ever married again
That it should be small, quiet
That the focus should be
On the man she loved.
She wouldn't wear a gown
But something befitting the season
She would stand before a minister
Take the usual vows
Then, looking deeply into her beloved's eyes,
Recite something she had written
About his virtues and what she admired about him
About how she would always stand beside him
About how she would love to listen to him
For she always loved what he had to say.
Then they may play music
And they may dance
Well, if she ever married again...

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A Meeting At the Airport

Tornado swirl of colors
Whisking, whirling, swishing by
Sounds, sounds, speaking, calling
Paging, arriving, departing to sky
Dread of funeral destinations
Fear of business meetings forced
Anticipation of new places
Dreams of new life, planned and coursed.

Then appearance of a stranger
Seeking a stranger who is friend
Meets the eyes of the camera's picture 
Tornado feelings spin like wind
Arms are holding, bodies are twirling
Lips are one in wordless greet
Two souls in stratospheric wonder
When their dreams embodied meet.

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Solitary Company

No more am I alone 
Under this great expanding, mysterious sky
Where once I felt smaller than
The floating wisp
Of a severed dandelion
Carrying its wishes upon a puff of air.

For today I have your words
Gracious in thought
And offered to me
To dispel loneliness
Through the joining of your piece of mind
That I hold within your note
And sing the praises of its melody
Which joins me mysteriously
In solitary company.

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A Fish Out of Water

Floundering on the shore
Of a new-found land
Couldn't breathe air
Til I landed on sand
Purely by accident
Not by my hand
Purely by accident
Can't understand.

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You'Ll Get Tired of Me

In the beginning there is always excitement
The newness of undressing each moment
New words, new hopes, new dreams
But one day you'll get tired of me.

The look in my eyes as I search
When I read you
The caress of my fingers
As I reach for your thoughts
The feel of my form
As I fall into your words.

Sweet aroma
Longing ambience
The warmth of smiling lips
But one day
You'll get tired of me.

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Mountain Rain

Words fell like rain over the mountain
As nature prepared for her day of work
The first drops fell on the mountain's eyes
Like glistening diamonds of treasured surprise
The rain fell over the mountain's side
And embraced with trickling arms to guide
The rain fell into the mountain canyon
And formed a river of deep abandon
Swirling with airy, white foam peaks
Driven by currents of deep-swept mystique
That flowed to the meadow and flowered its plain
As if my mind were the mountain
And your words were the rain.

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Momentarily

I wander but some say I roam
Travelling myriad mazes
For home.

When pillared pathways
Lead to love cold
I ascend the stairway stars
That unfold
From my miring mind
Momentarily
Dwelling where clouds hold my slumber
And skies hold my dreams.

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Sequence

You always placed one before two

And dwelled in that logic

Over battlefields of dying dreams

Forgoing the charge of atmosphere

To make ion and scion attach in seams

Of your weaving, scheming plunder.

I now place two before one

And use my two eyes to discern your graft

To steer clear of your attraction

That would sequence to three

And thus count "out" and prelude the fall

Of my battle-torn, tender heart of wonder.

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To Look Into the Eyes of Your Own Fear

To look into the eyes of your own fear
To see all the things you've been told
The history, fables, beliefs, and guides
The wishes, hopes, dreams of others
The implanted truths of years
Of repetition
Is brought into clearer focus
When looking into the eyes of another
Who wants to enter in.
Then does the wonder
Of how two sets of fears will meld
Mean to look deeper
Or to look away?

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Neverending Gratitude

If I could find the source of your words
I would trace the lips of their creation
With the sweetness of a cool, delicious melon
On a hot summer day
And quench their thirst 
With the nourishment 
Of my neverending gratitude.

With the succulent dispensation
Of the honeycomb
I would whisper my requital
As soft-tongued salutation 
Coursing the path 
To the fountain of your expression
And bathing in your wellspring
Inundate myself with your gracious gift
And repeat with whole heart and self
My neverending, neverending gratitude.